Some Call It Taboo {closed}

I don't dare look in your direction. Not wanting to see anymore disapproval in your eyes. Things are turning sour so quickly that I begin to realize how you felt this morning as you purged yourself in the bathroom.
I hear you order me to "put that thing away!" So very much unlike the wanton slut I had pleasuring me just a few short hours ago.
"You try sitting in these small seats with this between your legs and see if you wouldn't whip it out too!"
I hear you laughing and I can't help but laugh too.
Just like that the tension is broken.
 
I can't help but to laugh at your silly comment. "I happen to like it between my legs, thank you very much!"

I sit up prim and proper for only a few seconds before we both dissolve into laughter again.

"Oh, Quinn. I love you. You're so much fun to be around!" I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock. Where are these words coming from before my brain is engaged?
 
Recovering from laughter my ears immediately perk.
I look at you from the corner of my eye, I clear my throat and speak, "Well Jewel if you truly loved me you would relieve me of this raging hard-on"
You have no idea that I have had a fantasy of receiving a blow-job while driving for quite some time now.
 
The desire is uncontrollable. You do have my soul. You know exactly what to say to make me land at your feet again.

I lick my lips and lean down as you scoot the seat back as far away from the steering wheel as possible, so I don't bump my head.

"Auntie Jewel is going to take care of her nephew now."
 
Jackpot! She does crave me as much as I crave her.
I scoot the seat back to give you room to maneuver. Your short skirt useless to hide your ass, I reach over and squeeze & slap it as you take my cock in your mouth.
I grip the wheel with both hands. My knuckles white from the firm hold.
 
As I lean over and smell your masculine cologne, my mind whirls over the events of the last few days... how many times I slid your cock into my warm and willing mouth... how bittersweet your cum tastes on my tongue and in my throat. I kiss the tip of your penis and then open my mouth to slide you inch by inch. Somehow, my mind wanders and is not completely on task...

Auntie Jewel..... Auntie..... AuntI push the thoughts away and swear to myself that this will be our very last time.

I lick and suckle and brush my teeth along that vein on the underside of your cock. My pleasuring you makes you moan deeply and I moan back, sending the vibrations of my voice box through your swollen member.
 
My breath seething between clenched teeth as you pleasure my meat once again. My right hand leaves the steering wheel, pulling your hair..repositioning your head.
I stop at a 4-way intersection and watch the 3 other vehicles move on by. You are completely out of view.
I reach my hand between your thighs and rub your damp pussy through your black thong.
 
I am completely oblivious to the outside world and seek only to provide you pleasure. As I feel your hand on my pussy, I swat it away. I pull my face up from your cock to moan, "No.... later.... surprise"
 
I wonder what in the world you could mean by that but it quickly fades from my mind as I feel you grab my balls and suck each one in your mouth
"O Fuck, Auntie!"
 
I lick and suckle your balls while stroking your cock with my right hand. I feel your cock growing thicker and know you are about to cum so I swiftly put my lips back around your cock and urge the cum to ride up into your shaft.
 
I feed you my seed ....the sweet release totally relaxes me as you clean me off completely and tuck me back in my shorts. Sitting back in your seat, your eyes on me, a mischevious grin on your lips.
I look at you, I smile.."What?"
 
"You are to concentrate on the road, young man." I grin and slide my soaked thong off my legs and lay it up on the dashboard. I turn around in the seat and squeal as you smack my bare ass. I look into the other side pocket of my suitcase and bring out my battery-operated toy. Your eyes grow wider as I settle into the seat and lean the seat down so I am nearly prone. I lift up my skirt and turn on the vibrator. It hums slightly as I slide the dildo in and out of my drenched cunt. I moan and close my eyes and know that you are trying very hard to watch the road and watch me at the same time. I do love to be the exhibitionist at times and find it thrilling to know you are watching me pleasure myself.
 
I watch your thong slip down your gorgeous legs.
I reach and smack your perfect ass as you lean back to get something from your bag.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head and I almost lose control of the car when I see BOB in your hand..then watch you fuck yourself.
"Sweet Fuck! You really did think of everything huh?"
 
"Mmm-hmmm," I nod and mumble as I continue to slide the vibrator in and out of my wet pussy. I am breathing faster now, nearly panting. My fingers of my left hand are flying across my clit, rubbing furiously as my right hand continues to piston BOB into my now gushing pussy.

I scream out as a violent orgasm overtakes me. I calmly lean the seat back to its upright position and slip my panties back on, which have nearly dried from the sun beating in the windshield. I turn to you and meekly, "Surprise."
 
I am having trouble keeping my eyes on the road. I slow down drastically so I can watch you and still keep an eye on the road. Luckily we have been the only one on this stretch for the past 20 minutes or so.
My mouth is bone-dry and I wish now I had bought a Coke before leaving town.
I see you finish and I stop the car on the shoulder of the road.
 
As I turn around in the seat and put BOB back into my suitcase I realize the scenery is whizzing by any longer.

"Why did you stop?"
 
I don't say a word. I open the door and get out. I walk around the back of the car. I get to your door and open it. I take your face in my hands. I kiss you deep and hard. My teeth pierce your bottom lip...re-opening my mark..drinking your life into me.
I break the kiss and press my forehead to yours. My eyes closed.
"Don't you ever forget who owns you!!"
I walk around the front of the car, get back behind the wheel, spinning dirt as I get back on the black-top.

Soon we come to the exit for home.
 
I sit stunned after your kiss.... so powerful it overwhelms any possible thought.

Don't ever forget who owns you!!

I relive your words over and over in my mind and heart as I notice we are nearly home.
 
I take the exit and drive to the house. You follow me in so you can reassure Mom that I made it home OK.
"I'm home!" No reply.
We go through each room of the bungalow. Every room empty.
I turn around, you start to speak. I pin you against a wall and my right hand disappears between your thighs. I insert a single finger in your pussy, pushing your thong aside. I pull it out and lick it clean.
"Thanks for a memorable weekend Aunt Jewel. It was fun while it lasted."
 
Twice in ten minutes you have rendered me speechless. I stand there stunned by your coarse attitude.

While it lasted... While it lasted?

"You fucker!" I scream! "You fucking own me, remember?" I push a fingernail hard into your chest and poke you hard enough to bring a pained look to your face. "While it lasted?! Get this, young man! Nobody owns a Jewel without paying a VERY high price!"

I storm out of the house and peel my car out of your driveway and down the street. Tears are streaming down my face.
 
I watch you go. I hear the tires peel out as you drive away.

"O whatever!"
 
I finally make it home to my townhouse and park in my driveway, but not into the garage. I take out my suitcase and purse and race through the door. I am still mad as hell.

I throw the suitcase onto the bed and it slides right off the other side.

"FUCK!" I yell as I walk over and get it from the other side. I pick up the suitcase and the package that Mrs. Miller gave to me falls onto the floor out of the side pocket. I stare at it... long and hard.

I lean down to pick it up, not sure if I really want to know what is inside. I tear off the paper wrapping to find a thin portfolio. It wasn't anything fancy, really. A clear plastic binder with a slide bar to hold the papers inside... the kind you had to have when you did a report for school.

I sink slowly to the floor at the foot of my bed and look at the lettering on the front of the binder. The first page is a piece of black construction paper with scrapbooking silver stars and red hearts and other catchy little stickers on it. The lettering is done with a calligraphy pen. It simply says "Jewel and Quinn".

I hesitate to open the rest of the book. I see there are pictures as I briefly thumb through it, but I am not certain if right now I want to be reminded how much of an idiot I am for falling in love with my own nephew.

I get brave and open to the first picture. We are at the back table in the dining area of Mrs. Miller's B&B. It is a picture taken on Saturday morning. You are sitting right next to me and we are gazing into each other's eyes. A single tear drops onto the picture and I wipe it off quickly, not wanting to ruin it.

The second picture is of you and me sitting at the table at The Plump Tomato on Saturday afternoon. We are sitting across from each other and your hand is holding mine across the table. Below the white linen cloth I see your bare foot rubbing against mine. I giggle as I recall where the other foot was. Again we only have eyes for each other.

The third picture is of you behind me. I am gazing down at the pendent you bought for me. Unconsciously I rub it now with my thumb and forefinger. I haven't taken it off since this clandestine picture was taken. With your hands on my bare shoulders, you are leaning down to kiss my right shoulder as I place my right hand on yours.

The next picture it seems was taken moments later as our mouths are open to receive our passionate kiss. Your left hand is caressing my face, moving the hair away from my neck and ears. Our lips are millimeters apart, but the passion in the picture is foretelling the kiss to come.

The next is a picture of us fully kissing. My hands are laced behind your neck and your arms are wrapped tightly around me, grasping my ass. Our feet are in the surf along the beach.

Now how in the hell.....? Wait! The horses! I see a tiny sliver of a horse's ear in the bottom left hand corner.

The next picture is almost pornographic. My head is arched back is obvious passion, your mouth claiming my nipple as you sit with your back against the tree. Ernesto! Before he came over!

The next to the last picture is at The Hot Tamale. I am astounded to see our faces so clearly in the darkened club. My face is clearly flushed and I am looking up at you over my right shoulder. My back is pressed against your chest in one of our erotic salsa moves.

The final picture is of Mrs. Miller's B&B with a whole group of people, obviously most of the town, standing in front of her establishment. They are all smiling and waving at the camera. I can pick out Mrs. Miller quickly and Ernesto and then Sophia. Several other faces I know I did see, but can't place where. Above the sign for "The Morning Dew" is written in script, "We love you almost as much as you love each other. Please come back and see us again."

The back cover, facing outward is a picture of the sun rising over the ocean. It could have been taken from our very window as it looks so breathtakingly familiar.

A single sheet of vellum paper is folded in half and tucked behind the very last picture of the town. I open it up and read Mrs. Miller's words to me.

Miss Jewel,

I know things between you and Quinn aren't what they seem and I know that some others outside of our little town might disapprove of your love for one another, but listen to your heart, girlie. You only have one shot at love. You have to grab it while it's in front of you... while it lasts... before it slips away.

"Thanks for a memorable weekend Aunt Jewel. It was fun while it lasted."
With the reminder of your words I close the portfolio, get up off the floor and tuck the book, face down on the top shelf of my closet.

It lasted nearly 48 wonderful hours and that's all that you and I will ever have.
 
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OOC:

Some of you may wonder how on earth this story popped up in the SRP threads literally overnight... well, it began as a few flirtatious PMs between Quinn and I and built into something I don't think either of us had ever thought possible... four days of intense role playing :)

We decided it was too good not to share with the rest of LIT so we copied and pasted all the PMs to MSWord, edited slightly and "Some Call It Taboo" was born.

We hope you enjoy and please send us comments... we'd love to hear from you.

Jewel {and Quinn}
 
Five weeks had passed since the weekend in Miller's Cove.

Quinn had been in a foul mood ever since he got back from the weekend with his Aunt Jewel. He tried losing the feeling by partying with friends, by riding his motorcycle, by hiking...nothing worked.

There was only 10 days left until Quinn must leave to go back to college. He had not seen nor spoken to Aunt Jewel since the day they got back and she had stormed out of the house and driven off in her mustang.

He felt as if a huge part of his soul had been ripped out. His parents had noticed his moodiness but how could he tell them what was bothering him?

He was alone in a vacumm and he felt like his insides were being sucked out.
 
For the past five weeks, Jewel had tried desperately to get on with her life. She wanted nothing more to do with men... Quinn in particular. Although he was her nephew and she knew that eventually one day she would see him again. Lizzie had called her, asking her over to dinner three different times, but Jewel declined each time, stating an overload at work as the reason. It wasn't totally a fabrication, but the main reason she didn't want to go to her sister's house was that she didn't want to see Quinn again. She'd visit her sister after she was certain he'd left for college.

"Jewel?" She looked up from her desk into her boss' face. Such a dear old man he was. "Can I see you in my office please?"

Her heart sank. Even though she knew nothing was wrong that she would be reprimanded for, she still felt like a little girl being called into the principal's office. "Sure, Chuck, no problem." She gathered a notepad and pen and followed him in.

"Close the door," he said. Oh no! she thought. "Jewel..." he hesitated. "Is everything okay? I mean personally. I don't mean to delve into your personal life, but you are always so cherry and bright and for the past few weeks you've just seemed...lost."

She nodded. "Oh yes... a few stressful things in my family, but nothing that will impede on work, I promise you."

"No, I know you never let it get you down and with clients you are always more than professional and optimistic. This is a hard business, but right now we are holding our own....." She sensed there was more coming so she sat and waited for him to continue. "Jewel, Bob Reynolds gave his retirement notice today. He will be leaving the company in a two more weeks. I want you to take over that office. I think you need a change in scenery perhaps... maybe the stress with your family will lessen if you are two hours away." She tried to keep her breathing nice and even though her heart was pounding. "Of course we'd put your townhouse on the market here and buy you a new one there... we'd take care of all those little details." Working for a larger real estate company did have it's advantages at times... a lot of times. "What do you say, Jewel?"

She sighed heavily. "This is my hometown. I grew up here. My family is here. It's only my sister, her husband and her son, but they are all I have." She paused a moment to gather her thoughts. "But I do like the opportunity of running one of your offices. Can you give me a day or two to think about it?"

"Of course! Of course!" Chuck said. "Do you have any appointments the rest of the afternoon?" She shook her head. "Then why don't you take the afternoon off, talk to your family, sleep on it and then come in late in the morning?"

Jewel nodded and got up to leave. "Thanks, Chuck. I really appreciate the confidence you have in me."

"You'll do a fine job there, Jewel. It might be just what you need."

She left the office and drove home in her Mustang. Ten minutes later her sister was knocking on her door.
 
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